NEW! What You Don't Know, Can't Help You - Intro

My father was my best friend, he was the only man I could possibly ever love, and he had my entire heart. Nothing else mattered when my father was around, he would brighten my day up in a second, with his comical smile and his strong Irish accent, and he could always get me to smile. My father was perfect, in every single way. And along with my perfect father was out perfect house, perfect lives, and his perfect job, which let me experience the higher class in life. Everything always seemed perfect, even without my mother, but that perfection was soon snatched away from me. And the person, who snatched him away from me, would try to get me to.

            Andrew, my father had always prepared me for the day that he would no longer be here to protect me. Even though I thought that day would never come I humoured him and always followed everything he ever told me to do, so once I was in a situation where he was gone, I would know exactly what to do.

            There are certain things he swore he would never tell me until my eighteenth birthday, like what he actually does for a living and what to do when he is gone, and my eighteenth birthday was one week ago.

            So on the bright morning of my eighteenth birthday he took me into his private study and gave me the gift that I would have to treasure the day he died.

The gift was nothing I was expecting; it was a plain, black leather bag. But the bag wasn’t my gift, it was in the continence which was important, and he told me it contained everything he had ever worked for. This plain bag contained over 40 millions dollars which was stored in a private offshore bank account which has been added to since the day I was born. Also in the bag was a small steel container, he told me it contained every single secret and project he had ever worked on.

I shall never forget our conversation that day.

“Alex, today is the day I completely open up to you, I will tell you everything you want to know if you just ask, but please choose your questions wisely” he said in a deep tone sitting across from me, I sat and thought of my question but it wasn’t long till one came to mind.

“What do you work as?” he took a sharp intake of breath and smiled

“Smart girl, you never forgot” he was referring to the time I said once he will tell me anything asking what he does will be my first questions, and of course it was. “I work for the pentagon, under direct orders of President Barack Obama. I am part of one of the most powerful groups in the world, everything we do is placed above top secret” I was silent for a second “Anything to say sweetie?” I took a second to think again

“I’m not surprised” he chuckled like a silly leprechaun on Saint Patrick’s Day, it took him a moment to compose himself

“What? You’re not surprised at all”

“Well in the slightest, but things led my mind in the direction of a spy”

“I am not a spy” he laughed, I raised an eyebrow “well I’m kind of not” we both smiled. “So what clues were there?”

“Well firstly we live in a mansion; we have security locks and codes for the top floor of our house, secondly I think you have educated me in the same way you are. Like deception training” I laughed the last part

“You chose that yourself! I asked what intellectual skill you would like to learn, and you chose deception training”

“I was fifteen! I wanted to know when people were lying to me” he lent forward and kissed my forehead  

“You do make me laugh sweetie” I smiled at him.

            Well the conversation continued but I can’t remember what other questions I asked him after that. But one thing I do remember was at the end of our conversation he made me make him a promise.

He made me promise that I would take the bag and run far away from here if the worse was to happen to him, at the time I thought it would never happen to dimly I agreed, thinking I would be safe in my home until I die.

            But that was not the case, a week later, he was found by me, brutally murdered, in our own home. And after that moment the game was to begin.

            This is the story of the mysterious slaughter of my father, and the journey I take while being hunted down like a defenceless animal across countries. How much will I have to go through to keep the country safe from the malevolent minds which I am the prey to? And will I be alone?

Please tell me what you all think! Brand new story, it's been forever since I have written, I've been so swamped with school. onstructive criticisum please! I love you allll! xoxo